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this on record, Peabody. You followed orders, you followed procedure. You were not at fault for what happened tonight. You could not have prevented it. Now, put it aside so we can find out why she’s dead.”
    Eve thought that a cop’s daughter knew when another cop knocked on the door at five in the morning, it was with news of the worst kind. She saw, the minute Brenda recognized her, that she was right.
    “Oh God. Oh God. Mama?”
    “No, it’s not your mother, Ms. Wojinski.” There was only one way, Eve knew, and that was fast. “It’s Alice. May we come in?”
    “Alice?” She blinked glazed eyes, propped a hand on the door for balance. “Alice?”
    “I think we should go inside.” As gently as possible, Eve took her arm, stepped through the door. “Let’s go in and sit down.”
    “Alice?” she said again. Grief cracked the glaze over her eyes. Tears poured through. “Oh no, not my Alice. Not my baby.”
    Brenda swayed, would have slid to the floor, but Eve tightened her grip and headed quickly for the nearest seat. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for your loss, Ms. Wojinski. There was an accident early this morning, and Alice was killed.”
    “An accident? No, you’ve made a mistake. It was someone else. It wasn’t Alice.” She clutched at Eve, flooded eyes pleading. “You can’t be sure it was my Alice.”
    “It was. I’m sorry.”
    She collapsed then, burying her face in her hands, pressing her hands to her knees so her body was balled in a defensive shield.
    “I could make her some tea,” Peabody murmured.
    “Yeah, go.” It was the part of the job that made Eve feel the most helpless, the most inadequate. There was no solution for fresh grief. “Is there someone I can call for you? Do you want me to contact your mother? Your brother?”
    “Mama. Oh God, Alice. How will we bear it?”
    There was no answer for that, Eve thought. Yet they would. Life demanded it. “I can give you a soother, or contact your doctor, if you’d prefer.”
    “Mom?”
    As Brenda continued to rock, Eve looked over. The boy stood in the doorway, blinking sleepy, confused eyes. His hair was tousled from sleep and he wore grubby sweatpants with holes at the knees.
    Alice’s brother, Eve remembered. She’d forgotten.
    Then he focused on Eve, his eyes suddenly alert, and much too adult. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. “What’s happened?”
    What the hell was his name? Eve struggled to remember, then decided it didn’t matter at the moment. She rose. He was a tall boy, she realized, with sleep creases in his cheeks and a body already braced to take the worst. “There’s been an accident. I’m sorry but — “
    “It’s Alice.” His chin quivered, but his eyes stayed steady on hers. “She’s dead.”
    “Yes, I’m sorry.”
    He continued to stare at her as Peabody came in with a cup of tea, set it awkwardly on the table. “What kind of accident?”
    “She was hit by a car early this morning.”
    “Hit and run?”
    “No.” Eve watched him carefully, considering. “She stepped into the path of a cab. The driver was unable to stop. We’re in the process of analyzing his vehicle and the scene, but there was a witness who corroborates the driver’s statement. I don’t believe he was at fault. He didn’t attempt to flee the scene, and his driving record is clean.”
    The boy simply nodded, dry-eyed, while his mother’s weeping filled the room. “I’ll take care of her. It’d be best if you left us alone now.”
    “All right. If you have any questions, you can reach me at Cop Central. I’m Lieutenant Dallas.”
    “I know who you are. Leave us alone now,” he repeated and went to sit by his mother.
    “The kid knows something,” Eve stated as they stepped outside.
    “That would be my take. Maybe Alice felt more comfortable talking to him than other members of the family. They were pretty close in age. Brothers and sisters squabble, but they confide in each other.”
    “I wouldn’t